The boy is pissed off at us for some reason. I'm not sure why. He's probably angry that I scolded him wandering off in Ikea during the Labor Day crunch. That, or he's upset that I'm openly jubilant about the two of them going back to school tomorrow.

Anyway, he's discovered the best way of expressing this: Sitting in the middle of the living room, not doing anything obviously wrong, and yet still being in the way. We can't scold him for doing anything wrong. We can't tell him to get off the TV, because it's not on. He's just sitting there, staring off into space, sending off angry vibes.

It's strange, but I'm actually a bit proud of him for this. This is exactly the kind of shit I would pull. Still, I now long for the days when I he would stomp off to his room to sulk.